Rent Crocodile Dundee 3

Watching the weatherman on the TV Talking about the heat and humidity Sharing a story, or an old memory A white-knuckle grip on fleeting reality Your mind is not an empty canvas It's painted corner to corner The colors still hold some brilliance But it's hard to paint on it anymore You were around the day I started to breathe I'll still be here when it's time for you to leave It's not a comfortable thought That someday you will be gone It's not a comfortable thought But you won't really be gone Every story you told, still remembered The songs you sang repeat in our hearts Your memory will be here forever And we won't really be apart I'm yours, and you're mine That's the truth for all time